the source of this amazing piece of art was not known. got it as a mail forward.
It is a day that every student awaits. The lunch, the traditional parade, the photograph, the hat throwing, the oath of Hippocrates in candle light is what every student dreams of from the day he joins.
Preparations for the Grad day started two months ago, with a lot of arguments and discussions regarding budget, venue and dates. Once the date was set and budget fixed, things gained momentum.
Since it is a formal event, the first thing was to procure a suit. For the five and half years of my existence in med college, I have worn jeans for almost 5 years. The rest of the 6 months or so was formal wear time considering exams and aging professors who think doctors should wear only formals. And most of my jeans were size 32 when my waist is barely 30. So you can imagine the low waist jeans, untucked shirt, sneakers, haphazard hair and persona fit to carry this. An extremely formal occasion demanded formal wear. Yours acumenically floats around in the readymade blazers (what else can be expected if one is 5’11” and weighs 58 kgs. No wonder I am called stick legs), so had to get one custom made. The jackass who took measurements did not listen to my needs. Result my trousers were such that they came to my stomach. Actually everyone else thought it was just fine. Probably I should wear formals more often.
Two days before Grad day, there was a pre- grad day party. The informal awards were given away.
Guess what The Sailor won???
“Chimney” of the batch and “blademaster”
Not that they are something amazing but all the same I am proud of them.
On the grad day, in a properly fitted shiny black suit, under the scorching summer sun, I took the oath of Hippocrates.
Photographs, photographs and more photographs later the hats were thrown high in the air.
The sash of red and black, the tassel hats would’ve melted in the heat. So much so that one of the official guests was dehydrated and had to be admitted.
Nevertheless the programme went on.
Soon it was time. Parents and Profs packed off, time to let the hair down. The juniors of the college entertained the graduating seniors. In true sailor style, I narrated stories of events that had happened my time.
And when all was done, it was time for tears and farewells.
And dancing. Like there was not a care in the world.
Now I sit on this bed, recalling events of the previous evening. Empty bottles of liquor found strewn on the floor with copious amounts of cigarette ash. Tell tales signs of a wild party.
I cant believe it is all over. I felt it was only yesterday that I joined med school ( cliché I know). But yes I am out of it now
The open door, allows the sunlight to stream in.
It is morning already. I grab my gear; ready to scoot
After all
THERE IS A WORLD OUT THERE WAITING TO BE CONQUERED
It is a strange feeling.
I met someone I knew long ago. Out of the blue in a random bus stop where one would even dream of meeting such people.
Strange even, the super confident Sailor’s hands shivered and knees went weak.
This hasn’t happened since the time I last spoke this person.
There were skeletons waiting to tumble out of the cupboard. The door was creaking, as if threatening to fall open with my next breath.
Words seemed to have died a premature death. Heart beats so loud that probably everyone around heard.
I leaned on one of the pillars for support, all the while trying to make small talk with not much success.
There seemed to be absolutely no change.
But before anything else, I turned and said “bye”
The world looks different from up here.
The cigarette is going to waste.
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